As Marcus lay in Vicky's bed, his arms around her mostly naked body, he wondered what to do. Getting out of the window and escaping was the safest idea, and falling asleep while spooning Vicky's incredible naked body was another.

However, in the end, he decided to do the responsible thing and left the bed, wrapped a towel around his waist, grabbed his camera, and walked down. His destination, was the downstairs kitchen, where he could feel the presence of Panacea.

He could feel it, because, for the last hour, she visited the room to peek at them three more times, allowing him to renew the duration of the photos. Too bad that taking her photo while she was hiding at the other side of the door triggered the guidance aspect of his power, it wasn't enough for the original copying aspect.

He had tried that many times.

Going downstairs while wearing nothing but a towel was risky, but with the bait that he dangled in front of her, it had a chance to work. At worst, she would react worse than he expected and alert Carol. An idea that felt much less dangerous after Vicky's earlier decisions.

He wasn't sure that Panacea would reject his advances, not after peeking at them multiple times, each attempt fueling her desire and her self-loathing in equal measures. Of course, he wasn't planning to do much during the planned encounter. Just a suggestive start, maybe a suggestion about having a date.

… and, if he could manage, a proper photoshoot that would trigger his power. He wanted that for two reasons. First, Panacea's healing power was an incredible treasure. Even a restricted variant or a modified equivalent would have been amazing. Also, there was the emotional component. Panacea was currently a jumbled mess of conflict.

Which meant the power he would receive would be far stronger than it otherwise would.

He stepped down the stairs, sincerely hoping that Carol wasn't in the mood for some midnight snacking. Walking, he found Panacea — no, Amy, he corrected in his mind the moment he saw her. The reason for that convincing was more shameful than he was ready to admit out loud.

It was how Amy looked as she stood in front of the fridge, bending forward as she searched for food that would solve her emotional problems. A sight that shocked him.

One of the more common — and mean — habits of PHO was to take pictures of Panacea and Glory Girl together or mash those two, usually making jokes based on comparisons, usually on the theme of Glory Girl's assets and Amy's 'personality'. A habit that exploded once both capes had turned eighteen.

And, as the shorter, chubbier girl who always wore extremely thick and loose clothes and never touched makeup, Amy had been targeted by a lot of jokes targeting how she looked. Her absolute lack of knowledge about how to pose didn't help.

But, seeing her wearing nothing but a nightie that was on the small side even before she bent forward to dig through the fridge, he was surprised to see just how inaccurate those posts had been. Amy was certainly not as tall as Vicky, but she was not fat.

No, she was thick. In the best way possible.

From the vantage point, he was getting an excellent view of her thick yet shapely thighs. Her legs weren't sexy the way Taylor's were. It was impossible to find that type on a podium. A high-class erotic movie, on the other hand….

Her ass was even more spectacular. It was the kind of ass that was made for short, plied skirts, driving everyone else mad. And, wearing a thin nightie that turned slightly transparent under the glow of the fridge, he was getting an excellent show. Especially since he could get just a glimpse of her wetness.

He couldn't help it, he took a picture of her as he skulked at the stairs. Then another … and another. He would have felt guilty taking her pictures from a hidden spot, but he felt like she lost the right to argue against them when she peeked at them earlier repeatedly.

Then, he closed his eyes, focusing on communicating a pose. It was much harder without speaking, but her distracted state gave him all the time he needed. Nothing more than a mental nudge, like a fleeting thought, but Amy was already looking for an excuse to deal with her tenseness.

And, there was a solution right there in the freezer. Amy opened it, took two ice cubes, and walked back to the living room couch, unaware that her sudden creativity had an external source.

Meanwhile, Marcus stayed at his hiding place, enjoying how Amy looked from the front. Her upstairs certainly had the assets to match downstairs. Her breasts were full enough to make his hands twitch, considerably bigger than Vicky's, enough to fill his hands with plenty to spare. However, he was more impressed with their shape.

He would have bet that she was wearing a push-up bra, but her nightie was thin enough to show that she wasn't wearing any bra, let alone one that was engineered to enhance her assets. She was all natural. He would have suspected that she used her powers to cheat, but her inability to affect herself was one of the most known facts about her.

However, he didn't have much time to wonder about the limitations of her power. She reached the couch, she pulled her nightie down, revealing her incredible breasts, which were even more incredible naked.

Almost as incredible as the moan she let out as she pressed the ice cubes against her breasts, the jolt of pleasure doing wonders to deal with her oppressive, maddening depression. An incredible show, he thought even as he used the opportunity to suggest some small adjustments to her pose.

Since he was already taking secret photos, there was no harm in making them more interesting. She shuffled in her place, unaware of his secret photos, until she was perched on top of a large pillow, riding it desperately as she played with her tits.

Her movements started slow and choppy, but under the corrections of his power, she soon started to move with the erotic grace of an experienced stripper, her tits tempting him to go and bust her.

He would have done that as well … if it wasn't for the incredible stress she was under. The pleasure had lessened it somewhat, but nowhere near to a degree that he expected.

No, surprising her was not a good idea. Not as much as startling any other cape, but still, he didn't want to be responsible for startling her in a way she would react negatively. She was already dangerously tense.

So, he skulked in the corner, immortalizing her tantalizing moves as she desperately worked for arousal with false intimacy. At least, he was sure that, with all those charged emotions, he would receive a nice boost of power.

Another little suggestion ensured that she let out a desperate breath as she shifted her position once more, standing on all fours while her back turned to him, giving an excellent view of her spectacular ass while she played with herself, her fingers caressing her wetness desperately.

Soon, she followed with another desperate moan, followed by a gasp or two, climaxing. However, even as the climax hit, he could feel that it was … mediocre at best. All the build-up, and she didn't even get a decent hit.

He didn't know whether it was her mood that turned that spectacular show into something with such a mediocre end, or if she was one of the unlucky people who didn't derive much pleasure from self-gratification, but either way, it was clear that it played a part in her frustration.

She felt even more pent up after it.

That only reinforced Marcus' decision about how to approach her. He went upstairs, and wrote a note to Vicky about how pretty she looked while sleeping and how he didn't want to wake up before he climbed back.

He wanted to talk with Panacea in a situation where he didn't have to walk eggshells about a possible intervention from Carol or Vicky. It would be dangerous enough.

Not to mention, it would be nice to have a variant of her powers. She famously couldn't heal herself, which included things like stress and fatigue. Depending on the variant he had received from her, he could simply help her deal with it.

And, there was a chance that he would get some kind of effective healing. He wasn't planning to debut as a cape quickly, but being a healer would be tempting. Not only he would be protected well, but also he would have a chance to spend time with heroes.

Heroes who might not care if he took a few photos for his wall of pride. An excellent plan.

Too bad it only survived until he had managed to process the photos in the dark room, only to receive the power to change and modify the bodies of his models to a great degree. He could heal them, but also he could do much more.

Suddenly, he had a better idea of Amy's powers. She wasn't a healer, but the most amazing hero imaginable. No, she was a bio-kinetic, one of the scariest and most reviled powers imaginable. Not that it was hard to understand when the list included names like Nilbog.

It was an understatement to say that, if revealed, things would change for her substantially. No wonder she was that stressed.

Marcus was feeling some of that stress as well. He didn't have any idea about her limits, but even the most conservative limits were dangerous. Amy hundreds of people every day, and cured even more of that number in capes during the Endbringer battle.

Even with his reduced power, he could come up with a dozen ways to add some kind of biological time bomb and kill all of them at the same time.

Suddenly, solving her upcoming emotional collapse had become even more important.


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